Cyanide (feat. Ghostemane)

Cut my neck The blood fresh Got a check Still depressed Been a mess Fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath, on my breath Cut my neck The blood fresh Got a check Still depressed Been a mess Fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath Know your setup I know you fed up Release the lead from the 9 Columbine Don't get up, I got a vendetta I got depressed and I never got better You ain't on my level Don't be pushing me Pressing me, I got a Big Mac and it's next to me I got a fat bitch on that ecstasy On top on the bread like a sesame They want the recipe for success And now they after me 'cause I got the master piece Used to Used to laugh at me And now they gassin' me Dappin' me up in front of my family Make 'em say ugh no Master P I think I'm next up in the 27 club I've been too fucked up Serotonin 'bout done Every night been ending with me biting on my gun I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump Off of the ledge I'm eleven stories up And Thinking about how my momma would feel if I jumped But now it's not enough for me to stop how I feel About ending it all, I'ma jump (Jump), jump (Jump) Ready to die but Wavy saved me I guess I'll see Another day not splattering all over pavement (Lay me in) Cut my neck The blood fresh Got a check Still depressed Been a mess Fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath, on my breath Cut my neck The blood fresh Got a check Still depressed Been a mess Fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath